Das Duo

Perching prickly
pair of notes.
Gurgling quickly
from dos throats.
Das duo drinking
loco oats.
La holy stinking
musik boats.

Las groaning now grow,
los locos are low,
el kindliest king
has princes to sow.

Der drunk they all dread
da drink de la head
que burns that weird bush
with tongues bloody-red.

Sparrowing scarecrowing sniffing and sniveling;
sorry old thing all wide pop-eyed and dribbling;
hairiest heroine ever to hail
der lackluster loco on mind-managed bail.

Prickly prickly perching pair
of notes all naked, spunout and frail;
a sevenmonth passed out like lead on the floor,
and seven is dem wid tha seven-pronged tail.

In Baja Mars,
en la Cantina Einstein
das duo are thinking;
das duo are linking.

They think on this thing,
this delicate perching
prickly pair
all loco and lurching.

They belch and they pass
Mars wind, to recycle;
and they suck their cervezas,
names: Pablo and Michael.

"They're perching!"
says Pablo.
"They're prickly!"
says Michael.
Das duo are deep!
Das duo play dradle!

"And skinny!" says Pablo.
"And frail," chimes in Michael.
"Come now and think;
comprende las notas
las prickly-pear notas!"

"Burrblahh!" says Pablo.
"By Jove, they are farther
from sight than they were
when boiled red in winter!"

"And skinned," says Michael,
"strung out, beaten flat,
mixed with some sauerkraut
and served in a taco!"

"Precisely!" says Pablo
"Exactly my point!
Thems pairs got me thinking."
"And drinking."
"And drinking," he adds,
"and mind mazeway linking."

Das duo are buddhas;
das duo are bums.
But mas importante
Das duo is dumbs.

"Eureka!" says Pablo.
"Banzai!" says Michael.
"Geronimo!" flies forth,
and "By lightning!" in cycle.

"Eureka, a clue, I have a fat clue,
on a card found beneath a table of blue,
and above and above an ocean of red,
and inside and without and forever in bed.
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Mr. Jones' gun!"
"It's Mr. Jones' fun!"
"Mr. Jones' fun?"
"On the Mars canal run."

"Eureka!" says Pablo.
"And banzai!" says Michael
they slap their cervezas,
and so ends the cycle.

[1997]